I would rather watch Alternate-Reality TV, like “166 and Pregnant.”
Was the villain from Richie Rich just a poor kid?
“America’s Got Talent” should end in a question mark.
Have you guys heard of this reality show, “Who’s the Fattest Loser?”
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If a 19th century schoolmaster was given a TV show it’d be called, “Kids are forbidden from saying the darndest things.”
I’m pitching a reality TV show called, “Who’s the Saddest Loser?” It’s just about clinically depressed people trying to get out of bed.
Reality is a subset of modern living. It’s something one has the option of entering when bored with fantasy.
HBO: Intelligent drama with tits and ass.
By the time you can afford a high definition television you no longer have the high definition eyesight necessary to enjoy it.
It’s tough not to live in fear when there’s a massive conspiracy pumping it into the air around us.
Television should be asking itself, “what’s the best way to raise a child?”
I think kids these days are watching too much TV. The other day I saw two kids playing. The little girl said to the boy, “Let’s play house.” He told her, “Alright. But I get to be House.”
The funniest things in life are the things that happened last night on TV.